Blasphemy || A Bill Skarsgård Imagines Anthology

Acts Of Contrition || Priest Bill x Female Reader

Priest Bill x Female Reader
Summary: You have been a naughty little sinner having impure thoughts about a specific priest at your church but Father Bill knows just how to take care of that.
Tags: Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Humiliation, Rough Sex, Blasphemy, Confession, Churches, Priest Kink, Dom/Sub
Notes: This story isn't meant for anyone under the age of 18. It contains adult subjects and adult content. This story is also a work of fiction and is not meant to depict Bill Skarsgard as he actually is in real life. It's all just a work of fantasy meant for fun.

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You didn't attend church regularly, not by a long shot. Mass here and there when you had time, but you weren't a regular. You didn't interact with Priests or any of the parishioners. In a way, you were almost ashamed you kept coming here despite your lapse in religious beliefs and devotion. That someone may figure it out if you talked to them too long. That what drew you back was more the aesthetics than the actual belief. Even if you do attend every few weeks or so, each time you enter, it almost always feels like the first time.

You head down the aisle, passing pew after pew. The place is empty even though the schedule definitely said that they would be having confession from 8:00-9:00pm. One of the only times you could come because of how your schedule was with work. One of the benefits of living and working in a huge city was having churches open late enough to cater to some of the night crowd, you supposed. It is working in your favor until you reach the altar. Smell the incense and even, just faintly, some sulfur from matches that have lit all of the candles around you. Must have been recent. Starting to lose your nerve, as it has been so long, you turn around. Thinking that maybe you can try another day. Except, a man is standing there. Father Bill. You have seen him around before but you have never spoken to him. No, that would make it too tempting. As you are fully aware that maybe, the real reason you keep coming back is to stare at him from afar.

"Anything I can help you with?" He asks, knocking you out of your daze. His voice is calm and smooth. Very soothing. A tone that seeps into you and starts to warm you up. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. It is hard not to stare at his tall, lean, and quite muscular form. The black priests clothes seem to accentuate it more than they rightfully should.

"Yes I don't really do this, normally, but it said on the website that you have confession here from eight until nine?" You ask. "Or did I read that wrong?"

"No, you are correct." He says coming towards you, dwarfing you with his incredible height. You nearly have to crane your neck to look up at him and make eye contact. "I'm Father Bill, by the way. I've seen you around here before, you keep to yourself."

"Yes I...I guess I usually feel like church is a more personal experience. Don't feel the need to chat with everyone." You say, which is a lie. Great, now I'm lying to a Priest. You think. It's almost as if you want to be as sinful as possible. "I uh...thought there was confession now, though. It gave the times on the website."

"You entered a few minutes early," He says, "I was running behind and I do apologize for that. Quite honestly, very few people ever show up this late for confession so I guess I thought I wouldn't have much to worry about. We could move this to a confessional if you're more comfortable with that." He motions to one of the booths off to the side. You shake your head. You know why you came there and you know that you should probably own up to it. Even if it means staring right into his amazing green eyes as you do it.

"No, I don't really mind talking face to face. As long as no one else comes in here, that is." You say.

"I don't think you'll have much to worry about," He chuckles and motions to a pew in the front row. It is right across from the altar. You eye the front of the church for a moment before taking a seat. He sits down as well. Close. You can smell him and for some reason he smells amazing.